Chapter 213: Write a sword spectrum, let's practice?

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Yao Lele looked at Qingzhong in a daze, his brain was in chaos, and then his arm holding the shotgun trembled violently and aimed at Qingzhong. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lele!!I'll just ask you a word!!Do you believe me??" Qingzhong asked with a glaring eyeball, gritting his teeth again.

"......" Yao Lele pursed his lips, snorted and panted, was silent for about two seconds, and then as if crazy, he suddenly raised his shotgun and smashed it suddenly, and was retreating on Menghu's head: "**!!I'll take a look if you're retreating!!You're retreating one!You're covering your head!!"

"Bang!!"

Yao Lele at least jumped up, smashed the butt of the gun on Meng Hu's face three or four times, and then calmed down, yes, Yao Lele, who has always considered the problem relatively simply, was very contradictory at this time, he didn't know what Qingzhong was doing to attack Zhang Wei, but his intuition told him that what Qingzhong was going to do must be unseemly, otherwise there was no need to stun Zhang Wei, but knowing this, he couldn't do it, and pointed the gun at Qingzhong, so he was very casual and sprinkled his anger directly on Meng Hu.

"Smack!!"

Qingzhong stared at Yao Lele for four or five seconds, then slowly let go of Hong Xin's ears, and then without saying a word, he directly pulled out his belt and tied Zhang Wei on the ground.

Then his palms trembled, he took out the cigarette case in his pocket, lit a cigarette himself, and then stretched out his finger to point at Yao Lele, and made a silent gesture on the side of his mouth.

Yao Lele's eyes were quite cold, he looked at Qingzhong expressionlessly, gritted his teeth, kicked Meng Hu's stomach, and then pointed to the corner of the wall.

Meng Hu's face was covered with blood, he squatted on the ground, looked up at Qingzhong for a long time, abruptly erected his big mother's fingers, and then grinned playfully.

Qingzhong took a cigarette, took two puffs, and pointed to the door at Yao Lele, Yao Lele still looked at Qingzhong without any expression, motionless.

"......!" Qingzhong gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone, and then walked out of the basement, squatting between the steps, leaning against the cold wall, smoking a cigarette, looking at the mobile phone screen with dull eyes, and not saying a word.

"Smack!"

The cigarette butt fell, sparks sparked on the stairs of the basement, Qingzhong's thumb, placed on the launch button, his eyes were full of countless struggles, as long as his fingers were pressed, he would have no way out, and he would face countless accusations, and even lose, he had always considered the most precious brotherhood.

"There is a fish in Beiming, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. ”

The rare birds and beasts written in the book, for thousands of years, no one has seen it with their own eyes, if you are lucky enough to see it, we can call it, a precious glance, what will you do in the future, just by looking at the eyes of the beast, you can cheat and drink for a lifetime.

We don't have to use the underworld metaphor, just talk about the real society, the feelings between people, grow up together since childhood, if there are ten people, you encounter financial difficulties, ten people are called out, five people can help you, it means that you have been very successful, if there are three people to help you, it means that you usually pay attention to maintaining interpersonal relationships, if there is one person to help you, this is normal!!

How hard is it to be able to block your guns??

Is it more "precious" than the mythical Peng bird that soars to 90,000 miles???

Qingzhong's teeth were gritted, oozing blood, snorting and panting, his eyes closed, and he pressed the launch button hard.

“... Toot toot...!"

A busy sound sounded, and Qingzhong's brain was buzzing, staring at the screen in a daze.

"Hey...!" a voice rang on the phone.

“...... I... Qingzhong!!"

The voice on the phone of "Qingzhong ???" was unexpectedly repeated.

“...... If we cooperate, you say, can we play together?" Qingzhong said with his head lowered and said in a hoarse voice.

"Cooperate with you??hehe, have you seen Wang Chongyang and King Jinlun, practicing the Jade Maiden Sword together?" The voice on the phone was stunned for a moment, and said a little puzzled.

"If you have a sword spectrum, it can practice !!"

"Tell me about your sword book?"

"Hong Xin!!"

".......!" Qingzhong finished speaking, the phone immediately fell silent, and after four or five seconds, the voice on the phone said: "The score is good, I can compare with you!!"

......

In the courtyard at the other end, three heroic policemen spent nearly ten minutes and finally walked to the yard, and after a cursory inspection of the scene, the policeman who took the lead touched the stiff neck of Laozi, and said with a walkie-talkie: "DW District, Siping Hutong, the first one, there was a shooting, one person died at the scene, and I asked for the support of the big crime team!"

Fifteen minutes later, six or seven police cars arrived first, Wang Ming had a gloomy face, pushed the car door, and scolded loudly: "**!

"Hulala!"

Wang Ming took the forensic doctor, technicians, and more than a dozen policemen to the courtyard slowly, and then glanced at the corpse on the ground, pointed to the courtyard and said: "The cordon is up!

After speaking, Wang Ming put on white gloves and walked into the room, first went to the room on the right, glanced at it roughly, then put on shoe covers, jumped on the kang, bent down and picked up a bullet casing, looked at it in astonishment for a long time, frowned, and said incredibly: "56 slightly rushed???? your mother is a b, do you dare to !? in the face of the race"

Wang Ming gasped, threw the bullet casing into the transparent plastic bag, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the other room, stood at the door and glanced at it roughly, and asked lightly, "Is there anything that can make me happy??"

"It's true, Team Wang, come over and see what this is!" the technician was wearing a white coat, turned around and pushed his glasses, and said to Wang Ming.

"Stomp, stomp...!"

Wang Ming was stunned for a moment, walked over quickly, the technician dragged his arm, pointed to the side of the cabinet on the kang, and said lightly: "See??"

Wang Ming blinked, his head leaned forward again, the cabinet is actually the kind of two-meter-square big box, this configuration is the standard equipment on the rural kang in the past nine years, mainly to put some bedding, sundries or something.

And the box in front of him, the fuchsia paint brushed, has fallen off in some places, and the bare and leaking wood has also been blackened, and it has been used for a lot of years, so Wang Ming pointed to the side of the cabinet clearly after the technician pointed it several times, and there were a few crooked small characters.

“.... Meng Fei... Bow... "Wang Ming observed for four or five minutes before he laboriously read a few small characters written in blood.

"Big brother!! do you want to read Zhang Xing? Long, rub!!"

“... Meng Fei??Meng Fei...!" And Wang Ming ignored the technician's ridicule, repeated my name twice, and suddenly slapped his head and said: "That kid's father, isn't it ???? to call Meng Fei?"